The Other Intruders!
Two young meisters roamed through the hall. One of them was Msicha Aldair armed with a shark-headed whip. Mischa currently had her hideous sludge brown hoodie pulled up over her face. She had to constantly pulled her long purple hair out of her face as they ran. They had entered through the front door and were making sure that they recognized their way back. Every few steps, Mischa would lash out with her whip and leave a scratch on a wall. After they rescued everybody they would simply follow the scratch marks out. She highly doubted that any Kishins would be smart enough to notice.
Along with her was the student body president Semper Ais. He was a little less confident then Mischa was as the two of them ran about the base. He simply came along as he thought it would increase his numbers. After all, who wouldn't vote for the guy who put his life on the line to save a fellow student? No one. He would be a hero in the next election. He had secretly planned to sneak away and leave. He didn't really want to put his neck on the line for some student he barely knew, he just wanted people to think he had. Only problem was nobody was giving him any breaks, not even his own partner, Rhya, who vehemently protested in numerous languages (most of the time in a foul language as well) whenever he tried it.
The two teammates Mischa and Semper were easily the most mismatched group possible. Mischa ignored the majority of whatever Semper did or said and Semper did the same. Semper was exactly everything that Mischa hated rolled into one. He was cheerful, 'good-looking' (whatever that means nowadays), and even talkative. Mischa was one of the few students that didn't vote for Semper during the last election and refused to do so for the next one.
Semper, on the other hand, immediately noted that Mischa was beneath him. He had a tendency to look down on everyone, but he looked down on Mischa especially. Her mismatched hair color, one side was long and purple, the other short and blonde. If you combined that with her sludge colored hoodie, there was no way that she even neared him on the level of attractiveness. Combine that with the fact that her personality made her foul person to try to talk and she was way beneath him. The only that ticked Semper off more then that he was paired up with her, was the fact that she thought of him as an equal! An equal! It was no more then the greatest insult to Semper's ego he had ever had! But nonetheless he kept on smiling.
"I think we are going the wrong way," said Mischa with her downtrodden tone. Semper was surprised this may have been the first time she had ever started the conversation, "what if that Kishin lied to us? What if he sent us towards the captain or a trap? We could be marching right into a trap!" Mischa turned her head around and looked behind her, "we could die here!"
Semper murmured something under his breath. The thought had crossed his mind as well, but he didn't care to bring it up. If anything Mischa seemed extremely willing to give herself up to save a fellow student, so she would just sacrifice herself for him. Then Semper would just leave and let her do her job. After all, it was only natural that he deserves to survive. He could even tell the students back at the school about how bravely he fought and no one would be around to dispute him...asides from Rhya, but he was fairly certain he could talk her into backing him.
The two of them were both too deep in their own thoughts, Mischa in her worries and Semper in his devious little plan, to hear the Kishin sneak up on them. If it wasn't for Rhya shouting, "Căutaţi*" at the last minute they would've been pounded horribly. Mischa and Semper both jumped forward, but away from the Kishin behind them to minimize the damage.
"Oh...you dodged my swing...I'm so sad," muttered the Kishin as he brought his large club back to his side. He was big, bigger then most Kishins. He had the standard build of most fighters. He had nice-sized arms and legs, bulging with muscles. Despite his powerful build, he looked incredibly depressed, "I'll have to make sure I hit you with my next attack...or I'll be even sadder."
"Looks like a big one came out to play," muttered Semper as he brought his sharp sickle out. Rhya was a dangerous weapon, a sickle and chain. He looked over at Mischa's weapon, a whip. They both used similar weapons despite the difference in their personality. Semper's weapon was a little bit stronger, in his mind though. Both ends of his chain was a potentially deadly weapon. One side had a sharp blade and the other side had a weight, giving him versatility which was one of the biggest advantages in a fight. Mischa's weapon was basically a knock-off of his.
The Kishin lifted the heavy club into the air and brought is smashing back down. Both Mischa and Semper dodged to the sides with ease. They avoided the devastating downwards force of the swing, but only by a hair. Semper and Mischa both lashed out with their weapons sharp edges. The shark head of the Mischa's whip struck bearing itself in the Kishin's side while Semper's sickle drew blood from the Kishin's other side. The two weapons both buried themselves into his body. The Kishin stumbled backwards from the force, but he quickly regained his balance and brought his club back around. He smashed it in the ground towards Mischa.
"Hey!" shouted Shark from his reflection in the metal shark-head of her whip, "I don't wanna get even one scratch, you hear me? If I wake up with a scratch on me, I'll feed you to the fishes!" Mischa rolled her eyes at her partner's empty threats.
The Kishin only bellowed a loud laugh. He brought his club down at the two meisters once more. Mischa and Semer both expertly dodged it. Semper recovered first with an expert flick of the wrist, he brought the ball end of his chain around and flung it at the Kishin's head. The Kishin brought his free hand up and grabbed a hold of the chain. He yanked it backwards pulling Semper off of the ground and into the air. Semper twisted his body around. He placed his feet onto the ceiling and used his legs to absorb the blow. He jumped off of the ceiling and sent his body down. He let his chain loose and sent himself forward past the Kishin's shoulder. He grabbed onto the chain once more this time further down and pulled onto it. The rest of the chain came flying forward and of course at the end of it was the sickle.
The Kishin ducked down and the let the chain graze over his head. He spun back around and lifted his club up above his head. He was about to bring it down with all of his strength upon Semper's head, but at the last second Mischa brought her whip around and into the Kishin's head. The Kishin stumbled, more likely due to surprise rather then damage. He pivoted around and prepared a low swing with his club to knock Mischa down.
Just like before, Semper struck out with his chain. The heavy ball hit the Kishin's side. The Kishin grimaced as he felt the pain, but he didn't stop his swing. It was slowed down from the surprise, but it was still plenty powerful. It was only due to Mischa's own speed and reflexes that she managed to dodge the blow, but even then it was only by a hair.
They were currently set up in a very strategic position. One on each side. For the Kishin to attack Mischa he had to turn his back to Semper and drop his guard. The same could be said if he went to attack Semper. With the set-up the Kishin would always have his back to one of them, but that was only one of the benefits that Mischa and Semper had on him. The second was their weapons. The flexibility as well as range of their weapons only made the fight easier for them.
Mischa landed and drove forward. She dodged beneath the Kishin's arm and placed herself on the side. Semper mimicked that movement on his side. They were both moving at a counter-clockwise movement around the Kishin. They were both moving in perfect unison. However fast Mischa ran, Semper matched it. They made sure they were always on opposite ends. Six and twelve, ten and four, one and seven. They were keeping in perfect harmony while the dashed about the Kishin's large body.
They were paying equal attention to themselves and each other as well as the Kishin. The Kishin made numerous attempts to smash the duo into the ground with his club, but it failed again and again. They kept in rhythm and timing with each other even if one of them dodged the other was already mimicking the move as well as striking out at him. This just proved that in terms of skill the Kishin was outclassed. The only problem was the Kishin had the sheer power and endurance to make up for it. He lifted the large club into the air and brought it back down, kicking up the tiles and ripping them from the floor.
"Crap!" muttered Mischa being thrown back from the force. She landed on her feet, but the force still spoke for itself. "If things keep up like this then he's going to make a big enough ruckus to summon all of his buddies. They are going to hear this nose and rush here to see what's up. We need to beat him up as quickly as possible. We don't want to fight anymore then we have to." Semper nodded in agreement.
The two of them struck out simultaneously, Mischa's whip wrapped tightly around the Kishin's tree trunk of a leg while Semper's chain did the same to the other leg. The Kishin paused as he looked down and tested on the two weapons holding him still. Both of them broke off in opposite direction. Semper going clockwise and Mischa going counter-clockwise. Their paths crossed ever full circle, but they didn't bother to say anything to each other, both of them focusing on their job. Finally, they both met resistance. They began pulling with all of their strength. The Kishin's legs were being pulled into separate directions. The force on the weapons prevented the Kishin from being able to spin loose, but there was still force on them, they began to dig deeper into the Kishin's flabby hide.
The tightening of the chains and whip against the Kishin made any movement almost impossible. His arms were tightened against his body and he had to face off against the strength of the two meister rather then just one and there was also the matter of the weapon's own will that made them want to squeeze the Kishin even tighter. Despite the fact that the Kishin's body was trapped, he continued to struggle against his bindings.
The bindings began slide amongst the Kishin's body as he struggled more. They finally slid all the way up and onto the Kishin's neck. The chain and the whip dug into his neck, cutting off any and all shouts he tried to send out to warn his comrades. Finally with one final pull the Kishin disappeared leaving behind a single red Kishin egg.
*Căutaţi=look out (I used an English to Romanian translator for this...so it may be wrong)
Keeping the voting fair. The other two are here and easily dispatched a Kishin with their unique fighting style.